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3. Morning Mood
02:06
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Lying awake;
In shame,
in empty
Wormy bed.
Rude light insists
That I arise
And face the day:
“Don't be ashamed to rise-”
Yes, but look upon my life...
"Time now to walk
Feed Little Life;
The sun is rising."
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Gimme you pigeon
With you built-in straw
I bake blood pudding
Like my ex-grandma!
It gets too heavy
Jump in the pool,
You swim like Angel
In a fat fish school.
You spilled my pitcher?
Suck it off the floor;
If it don't roll back,
I'll pour out some more!
Chorus:
I guess, I guess, I guess, I guess, I guess...
Buy me an airplane
Fly me to Nice,
It's too damned quiet
I buy the police!
Chorus:
I guess, I guess, I guess, I guess, I guess...
Buy me a fanclub
On the raging right,
Build a new whore-house
‘Fore I take to flight.
Chorus:
I guess it's okay,
If that's what you want.
I guess it's okay,
If that's what you want.
I don't give up
‘Cause I got no shame;
Don't like my pleasure?
How do you like pain?
I got more money
Than Christian God,
Don't call me lucky
Call me Ichabod.
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3. |
5. Ballad
03:59
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Gabrolioliolo
He takes you where you want to go,
He even sings the songs you know,
Your jolly Taxi Jack!
He know the streets, the restaurants too,
The bars, hotels, the best ways through,
Knows everything fond hearts pursue-
Your wiley Taxi Jack!
The sager knave I doubt you’ll find,
Nor quicker wit, nor sharper mind;
You’ll never hear one word unkind
From Captain Taxi Jack!
Armed and wary when he prowl:
His words, his wits, his grin, his scowl;
Long hours in weather fair or foul;
Old stalwart, Taxi Jack!
He guides you safe through grimy ways,
Through dangers of the back street maze;
Where fool and cut-throat lurks and lays,
“Knight Errant Taxi Jack!”
He hauls the blind, the lame the ill,
He cleans up all your bio-spill,
Just pay your fare, he’ll serve your will-
Your hireling, Taxi Jack!
He keeps con-men and thieves at bay,
Diverts the madness night and day;
Avoids the wrecks along the way-
An angel’s got his back!
'Cause here he dwells, in cheap hotel
Dank monument, grim crumbling shell;
A denizen of rotting dell-
He’s just another hack!
When driven-lonely, seems so good
(When starving, even spoiled food)
Worm sickness enters in his blood;
“From front seat moves he back.”
His eyes grow dim, his flesh blooms sores
(Bright compliment to brief amours)
Love’s casualty, good friend to whores-
Old randy, Taxi Jack!
Wan face, grey-greenish pallor pall;
But back in the front seat, Sit tall!
To sickness, not despair you’ll fall!
Lost noble, Taxi Jack!
Fiacre, Help to Poor Chauffeurs,
Restrain our wills, when siren lures,
Though we, alas! Neglect thy cures,
God save Your Taxi Jack!
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4. |
3. In the Foam
01:47
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Feel the chilling air?
Caught me unaware,
Unaware.
Resting until noon,
Daylight comes too soon
Everyday.
Come to Angel Bar,
Seems you’ve traveled far;
Wings are sore.
Who turned Madness free?
Bathe her in the sea,
In the foam.
Climb Thee orange tree;
Raging Dog is me-
Hide from me.
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5. |
4. Les cliches nouveaux
02:45
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Driver:
Cabby knocking’ at your door,
Grab your wallet,
Shoes to the floor!
Saturday night,
We’re ready to roll!
Traffic’s movin’ right along,
What’s the station’s plays your favorite song?
Saturday night,
We’re heading’ downtown!
Customer:
Saturday Jack-
Back in th’ hack;
Makin’ the scene,
Stop at the store,
I know the score!
Know what I mean?
Driver:
I don’t know,
Slicker than yer new tattoo,
Your mother wouldn’t recognize you-
Saturday night,
Let’s find you a bar.
Or we could
Load up all your bestie buds,
Now be careful with yer booze and yer suds!
Saturday night,
Sure packin’ ‘em in..
Customer:
On the terrain,
Offa the chain,
Makin’ it fly;
Find me some blow,
After the show,
Gonna know why!
Driver:
I don’t know.
Duet:
Pick ‘em up before the dawn,
Gonna get their party on-
Saturday night,
It’s Saturday night.
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3. (lyric)
Dr. Allen (sings):
Do you not
Know of a
Clean hotel?
Driver (spoken):
Well we got yer Owl Lodge nearby, Knight’s Inn, Highland Towers, No-Tell Motel, Comfort Suites, Wayward Winds, Lazy Eight, Spanish Trail, Star Motel,
Dr. Allen (sings):
Without paint,
Bug spray, bleach,
Toxic fumes…
Driver (spoken):
Motel Six, Motel Eight, Clarion, Best Western…
Come in here with me!
Can you not smell…?
(traffic noises)
Dr. Allen (sings):
No carpet,
Fragrance free,
I can’t sleep
In electromag-
Netic fields.
Driver (spoken):
Inn & Up, Doubletree, Lodge on the Desert, Candlelight Suites, Monterey, Hilton, Hyatt Regency, Viscount, Ventana Canyon…
Dr. Allen (sings):
Come in here with me!
Can you not smell
Poison here?
5 (Ballad):
Thin, bruised face, a ghost, a wisp;
Paper skin on revealed forearm bones,
Dressed in disposable flannel hospital gown:
Asking for a clean room that’s never cleaned-
“A place that’s not been painted many years,
With carpet never doused in chemicals,
That’s never sprayed for insects, without smoke,
I’m very ill and haven’t long to live.”-
There’s no such place this century,
Maybe in Bisbee, maybe Mexico;
You could take the greyhound in the morning-
You want us to come in,
The night auditors and I, to smell the rooms?-
“What do you smell, Does it smell pure to you?”
Smells fine to me,
“No, this one will not do.
Perhaps a lawn-chair outside on the grass?
“No, it's too cold. Please, try another room.”
Look, We’ve driven around and around and around this town,
You think this dirty cab more healthy than those hotel rooms?
Old cigarette smoke and ashes, fungus, bacteria,
Fumes from a million smoldering engines,
Perfumes, cheep air freshener, toxic medications, opioids, crack cocaine, meth, formaldehyde, alcohol;
Poisons spilled and, respired, and sweated through people,
Flakes of dead skin, incontinace of the sick and the dying...
I can’t help you Doctor. Your Gilead
Is long gone, in the past or future;
You’ll have to take your chances on the streets,
I’m done here, and you owe me sixty bucks.
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Fare:
How about,
Those Wildcats?
I like them too.
Dennis Rod-
Man’s sexy tats?
I like them too.
Of course you love
A Pinot Noir?
I like it too.
In that brand
New East Side bar;
I like it too.
Bought the latest
J.D. Vance.
Ever see
Ted Nugent dance?
'Took a course
From Robert's U;
I liked it too.
Sure is great
In Te-ex-as,
This year’s awesome
Lexus,
Yeezy’s cool
Designer shoe;
I like them too.
Tune the dial
To Tucker, please,
I like him too.
Oh to dine,
At Applebees,
Oh! the lake!
And Ah! the seas!
Florida-
She’ll never freeze,
I like it too...
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9. |
5. Party of Five
03:06
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I’ve been around,
I’ve seen many things
I’d rather not
Know, Oh yes...
John sat up front;
His name stitched
On his polo shirt,
Blue and white stitches...
Five rode along,
You see, It's my job
To take you safety
Where You want to go.
But where to
Do you want to be?
When spirits are high;
Who can discern
Truth from jest
Tell me who, Not I.
(Spoken)
An armed hand
Opens door
Plunges his knife
Again, and again...
Can't wake up,
Can't keep things safe
Drive where we would go
No, no, no, no, no.
Bleeding Brave John stands,
Waits for a new ride;
Driver failed,
Doctor fails
Even though
Earnest little knives
Flash! Flash! Flash!
Useless sutures close
His dying liver.
A corpse has a name:
A name ignored.
In no news,
Another drunk dead,
Little Man, Big knife...
(Sung)
Yes, I’ve been around,
I’ve seen many things
I’d rather not have....
Many strange days
I drove my cab
Through the lanes,
And the streets,
And the alleys,
In darkness,
In madness.
In grief,
In rage..
Round and round
Long asphalt roads
Where nothing grows:
Where the color of blood
In the dark
Stains black streets,
Grim sidewalks,
Plush upholstery...
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Hello Loser,
Take me to the 'hood;
Do what I tell ya,
It's all good.
Six little angels
Fly from my sleigh:
The Solid, The Holy,
The Brighten the Day...
Keep eyes forward,
I take care of you;
I got the green,
Look! Take in the view.
Don't need no address,
I know where it's at;
Turn when I tell you;
I'll make it fat.
Don 't ask no questions;
Drive where I say;
You've seen me Pigeon;
You know I don't play.
The meter's running,
So I run the show:
I run the ice,
And the rock and the snow...
Chorus:
Dondequiers ("Donde viaje" second time)
Cabron amigo,
Yo no comprendo
El objetivo!
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Please forgive my poor (South Tucson cabby) Spanish but the words mean:
Wherever you want ("Where I travel" second time)
My cuckhold-billygoat-bastard friend?
I can't comprehend
The purpose!
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11. |
3. Denouement
02:49
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I must sleep,
Bright day comes;
White eye of the sun
Will burn me.
Still more miles
Then I travel,
Can I stay awake?
No, I rest.
Just a moments rest.
Just a moments rest.
Just a moments rest.
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Damon Bostrom Arizona
Classically trained composer, performer, videographer, poet, and alternative homesteader in S.E. Arizona
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